For Osmaa, on Freedom's Shores
Osmaa, friend, the clock strikes free, Your working days a memory. No more alarms, no office call, Just open skies and sunlit shawl.
The years we've shared, a tapestry, Woven with laughter, loyalty. Through deadlines met and projects done, Our bond, a thread beneath the sun.
Now, pension's gate swings open wide, A new horizon, vast and wide. Time for dreams to take their flight, To paint the canvas, day and night.
Imagine walks on sandy shores, Where ocean's roar gently pours. Or mountain trails, a verdant climb, With nature's symphony in time.
Perhaps a book, beneath a tree, Or sailing waves, eternally. The world awaits, a vibrant stage, For passions penned on freedom's page.
So raise a glass, let laughter ring, For Osmaa, joy on feathered wing. May golden years like sunbeams fall, And blessings grace you, one and all.
No deadlines now, no rush hour's plight, Just open roads and starry night. The world's your oyster, friend, to claim, Embrace the sunshine, whisper your name.
With grateful hearts, we raise a toast, To Osmaa's chapter, loved the most. May peace and purpose fill your days, And laughter light your joyful ways.
So here's to you, dear Osmaa, free, May life's new song be sweet to thee.
I hope this poem captures the spirit of freedom and excitement that comes with retirement. Feel free to personalize it further with specific details about Osmaa's interests and dreams.
From your loyal friend
MR- Mourad Safwat
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